Ellery Akers: Rachel Carson
I think of the way she knew
that eels slid from brook to brook
and then to the sea.
Sharon Fagan McDermott: The Book of Lesser Angers
presses each broken thing like an autumn leaf between pages where I watch the pace of disintegration, lacy residue. Rain writes within it a sloppy welter—the neighbor shaking her … Continue reading
Deborah Bogen: Four Truths About Anesthesia
1/ Maybe this is how it is: as you fall asleep a small hole opens in the back of your head just above the neck where children love to be … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Under Wire
Dear little breast, you were badgered and harassed by needles and nuclear medicine, almost ready to fall off in shame when you only carried yourself with dignity in the … Continue reading
Molly Fisk: Cancer, again
this time a slow- growing rarity tracing delicate tendrils through kidney and liver, the lung’s sturdy wall, artery somewhere I can’t remember, though twice I’ve been told. How the mind … Continue reading
